Through a dusty window I watch the clouds draw near A lovely vision of my doom The sunlight's fading - reflections start to dim Through the dusty window in this room
I'm walking through my memories as I'm staring through the glass I have to claim I'm innocent Though I can't remember what I've done these past few nights I can't be the one that Father Kane believes I am
I see myself now, in the dusty glass All wired up in this chair My face is foreign and my weary eyes are black I see myself through that stare
Eternal alleys that lead to walls hidden behind unlocked doors I claim the handle, I need to see Even though I'll surely be afraid of what I may find...
...beyond the mirror! (Inside the circle)
I walk through mazes of cold corridors Searching for the core of my mind My heartbeats reach out to find another pulse That once was bound and confined
The two different heartbeats, becoming one Are causing the coalescence of my soul A quiet outcry - a silent scream - is filling me as I am driven back From shadows that dwell...